Sunsets


Sunsets

Are they a glorious display of fiery colors, a palette of wonders? 

Are they the end of a day, the end of a life? 

Or do they simply show the changes of the world and it's light? 

Are they a scientific phenomenon, a interesting occurrence? 

Do they end one creatures wakefulness, or start another's? 

Sunsets
Are so many things 

Metaphors and Inquiries, 
Symbols and Science, 
Beginnings and Endings, 
Beauty and Wonder. 

Like a person, they seem one thing at a glance, and another when you take a deeper look, 
and so, staring at the sunset every night,  
I'll think of the many meanings behind a word. 


 

 

wildcat

VT

16 years old

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  • The Moon

    The moon whispers

    Oh so quietly, yet

    It is louder than all else

    Its words wind through the frozen trees and dance across the sparkling snow, the forest still but for its wavering reminder that

  • alive

    The stars are reflected in the glimmer of the headlamp's light on the snow

    And the air is frozen-- it feels like the sensation of holding your hand under water so burning hot that

    it begins to feel cold

    somehow.

  • November

    A day as grey as

    the clouds above it

    And the hills, which have changed from green to orange to purple to a deepest blue in the fading light

    with a few bursts of yellow from the beech trees, holding on in their marcescence